作曲 : Jones
Pardon me sayin'
I thought you were a Viking
I thought you were a Viking
From the way you split
I thought you were a mystic
And I was taken mistaking romance 
For wanderlust
I'm no soothsayer
I don't speak in tongues
I don't say these things
To make you run, run, run
A parliament of owls
Had seen this coming
Took you for a field mouse
When they spied you running
Crying save me
From the fires
That I have lit
Oh it was exciting
But it stung like the whip 
Is there any real magic
Is there any real magic
Temporal wizards
Paint pastoral pictures
To lure you in
I put my hand up to the screen
Again, and again, and again
Save me
From the fires
That I have lit
Oh it was exciting
But it stung like the whip
Save me
From the fires
That I have lit
Oh it was exciting
But it stung like the whip